Hate Poem Stew
Not all is as it once upon was
Not all highs come with a resounding buzz
For every forever you can be sure there's none
Love's twisting dagger a kiss and you're done
On the doorstep which way do you go
In or out, it doesn't matter anymore
Truth is a ghost, allusive at best
To find it, capture, is more than the test
To hold, to have, is really the rue
Even then you really have no clue
Hate comes in packages of twelve
Flows straight out of the gates of hell
On the corners, bedrooms, boardrooms alike
Old man, young woman, even the tikes
Everywhere, can be, always to take
It simmers, boils, and even it bakes
poem by Midnights Voice
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